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what did you just do to me, luke hughes

'Hurry up' You texted Luke as you, Thomas, and Brendan were sitting in the car waiting for him. Everybody was hanging out, so you guys all volunteered to get food. You were shifting through your purse when you came across your Too Faced Lip Injection Extreme. You watched Luke walk out of the house with a smirk.

While you were putting on the lip gloss, Luke got into the car. "Sorry, I was getting everybody's orders," He mumbled, putting his phone into his pocket.

"'S cool," You murmured, concentrating on putting a thick layer of the gloss, so it transfers easily to his lips.

He glared at you, you just sent him a text saying hurry up and now 'it's cool.'

You noticed his glare and pouted. You reached over the center console to give him a kiss.

He pulled back from you, "You've got lipstick on, I don't want that," He gestured t your lips.

You shook your head, "It's not lipstick, it's chapstick."

He cringed, he didn't want that on his lips either. But you were giving him a sad face, so he had to.

He spared a glance at Bren and Thom in the back, he leaned in when he saw they were in their own worlds.

You pressed your lips against his, making sure to move your lips a little bit so the gloss could really get on his lips. He pulled back with a weird look on his face, he could feel you moving your lips weirdly.

"Babe, your lips are so dry, you need this," You make up the quick excuse and gesture to him for another kiss.

He rubs his lips together, trying to see if you were right. Agreeing with you, he leans back in for another kiss, letting you transfer the 'chapstick' to his lips.

Brendan glances up from his phone when he noticed you two being unusually quiet. He groans and covers his and Thomas' eyes from the sight of you two kissing, "Really guys? We just want food."

You two pulled apart, "Sorry, Luke needed chapstick," You tell them shrugging, trying to keep your cool and not laugh.

Brendan shook his head, disappointedly. "Can't even put on his own chapstick," He sighed.

"She offered," Luke mumbled, defending himself.

He scrunched his face up in a weird way, he started to rub his lips together. He saw you trying not to laugh from the corner of his eyes, he looked at you with an accusatory gaze.

"What did you do?" He questioned you. He shouldn't be surprised, you always loved playing with people.

"What do you mean?" You ask innocently.

"What did you do to me?" He asked, pulling down the car mirror as his lips felt weird. He looked closer at his lips and they looked pink and glossy. "You said this was chapstick! This is lipstick, Y/N!"

"It's chapstick, you're just being dramatic," You wave him off.

"Y/N, what did you do? My lips are tingling," He whined. "It's all over my lips," He cringed looking in the mirror, the skin surrounding his lips was growing pink and tingly too.

"Do your lips usually tingle with chapstick?" You ask him, gaslighting the shit out of him.

"No, they don't. What did you do to me?"

Your body silently shakes with laughter as he freaks out about his lips. "I didn't do anything," You practically wheeze.

He looks at you with a petrified expression that makes you laugh harder. "My lips are tingling," He emphasizes every word. "What are you putting on? The tickalator 3000?!" He says making you burst out laughing, not being able to control it anymore.